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To be of the chosen despite the hungers and gnawings of flesh, to attain a spiritual union with Infinite, to die — how could physical pleasure toward which his blood cried, be compared with this?

Thought:

“A bee upon a briar-rose hung
And wild with pleasure suck’d and kiss’d;
A flesh-fly near, with snout in dung,
Sneer’d, ‘What a Transcendentalist!’”

Coventry Patmore | “The Flesh-Fly and the Bee”

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